Mini Dragon Queen Chapter 1

-Disclaimer : I am not Tobuscus. Therefore, I do not own "I can swing my sword!" This is just a cute little mining parody because Dwarf Hole wouldn't fit there. I don't own that either-

-Nala's POV-

It's been 5 years since Hiccup left. I've taken over his duties as a blacksmith, Astrid has become betrothed to him or something to keep the chiefdom out of Snotlout's hands, and although Stoik hasn't been taking it well, he's been well enough to keep our village strong.

I don't tell anyone this, because it would hurt Stoik even worse than his sons disappearance, but, he ran away. On a DRAGON. I think I understand why he ran away then because of that.

I've gotten taller since that day, I'm almost 6 feet tall, so, a hellluva lot taller than most Vikings. I may be flat, but I still LOOK 14.

Today is a good day, though, because it's Shade's fourth birthday and I have the day off, so I can be there to celebrate with him. I'm all dressed in my rough leather pants, tunic, and boots, all covered with straps and all ready to go, but, "DRAGONS!" ANOTHER raid. Damnit.

I grab the sword I made, a broadsword, steel, arrow shaped, (Skyrim glass sword, but steel.) with a black scale on the hilt and my shield, all covered in various dragon scales, and dash out, to perhaps look as though I'm helping, which of course I'll have to, being Gobber's apprentice.

I duck and weave my way through dragon's breath and Vikings alike, and when I finally reach the smithy, I put on my apron, and Gobber teases, "Nice of ye ta join tha party!" As he bangs away on a sword, bent horribly out of shape. "Ahh, I remember when you used tell Hiccup that..." I tease back. He gives me a look like, "really?" And I just laugh and start hammering my own fucked up sword back into shape.

A few weapons later, Gobber puts on his axe hand and yells to me, "Hold down the fort, Lass! They need me out there!" This annoys me to no end, because that's mean I have to repair all these damned weapons. "No," I tell him, "They need you in here, two hammers are better than one." He ignores me, shocking, I know, and yells a battle cry, running out into the chaos. "Don't leave me here with all the damn- never mind." I yell after him.

So, a few hours of banging metals back into shape, the sun rises, and any lucky dragons escape with their haul back to their nest. Finally, I can go see Shade. I dash off into the forest, but not before taking off my apron, and soon reach Dragon Cove. I sheath my sword and put my shield on my back, before stepping down into my little home away from home.

A large black dragon with sharp curved spikes all about his body, but otherwise looking like your average European drake, looks up from his curled sleeping position when he notices me climbing into the cove. "Happy birthday, Shade!" A say to him, giving him a hug as I look into his large white eyes. He snorts and huffs some hot air in my face. "Ooh, hahaha, you got me! 'Cmon, I wanna show you something I found! It's a cave..." He seems mostly uninterested. "Filled with gems and GOLD!" That got his attention.

I climb on to his back, with my many leather bags, and my pick, which I keep stored at the cove, and we take off, due east. A minute later, we land outside a small-ish opening, and Shade crawls in, me, just walking, no crouching or anything, behind him.

The cave's walls glitter with gold and gems, and I swear, Shade drooled a little bit. I laugh, and start swinging my pick at the gold, singing, "I can swing my pick-pick, I can swing my pick-pick! Put the head on a stick-stick, then I swing my pick-pick!"

Sooooooo, yah. This is pretty much endless. I've been mining for hours, now, though there's only two more bags to fill, so that's... That's fucking great. Clang! The fu-?! It seems as though I've struck something new... It's red... Metal... Hard as SHIT... Kinda pretty... I'll grab it for smithing purposes... Yeah... Smithing purposes...

So, a half hour later, I'd filled the two bags with chunks of this... One word comes to mind. Fyramine. And I climb on to Shade and we ride back to the cove, dumping our loot, minus the fyramine, into a little pile of dragon hoard. Nice.

I take the two bags of fyramine back to Berk, and find Gobber. I show him the metal, and he says it's unlike anything he's ever seen before. He says since I discovered it, I get to name it. "I've been calling it 'fyramine' all day, so let's go with that." I tell him.

I spend the next hour smithing a fyramine axe for Astrid. When it's finished, I've got a battle axe with a jagged edge, intentional, of course. I then spend another few hours smithing a fyramine helmet, chest piece, and some gauntlets. I put on my brand new armor, finding it weighs less than my old leather. Weird... Meh.

The helmet is somewhat roman looking, but without the nose bridge thing or the sideburns thing, or the floor scrubber thing, and it has a blade that runs from the brow to the back on top. The chest piece is scale-mail style, with an iron plate on the front (I ran out of fyramine). The gauntlets resemble those worn by European... Kites, was it? Only red.

I take my walk home, axe in hand, looking pretty damn badass, if I do say so myself! I get there finding Astrid, and giving her the axe. "What's this? And what are you wearing?" She asks, not intrigued, but curious. "It's a fyramine battle axe!" I tell her, also explaining that it was made by me, and the metal was discovered by me, "You aren't going to turn down a gift, right, Sis?" Oh yeah, Nala Drakon Haddock, at your service!

That's a wrap, guys, first official chapter! *Cues the Applause Sign* ... *cricket chirps* OH FUCK THAT! I'm returning that damn sign, waste of bloody... *mumble, mumble, mumble* anyways, hope you enjoyed, I'm going to go watch some HTTYD with some biscuits and some pop. CreeperBlast is watching HTTYD with some biscuits and pop!